Catch -Catch Poem by Aftab Alam

Here, we play catch-catch,
Shout we, catch me not,
Touch me not,

With the sickle in hand,
Called me- this is the new moon,
See, there is hive for honey,
Mouth drooled,
And fate ruled
During the day, at noon,

Let us play, a match,
A friendly match,
You and me and...
In the stadium of stars,
Twinkling all,
Squinting eyes as mused,
I am a bit confused,

Come here snatch,
The mossy bread,
Drink the wine,
It's only mine,
Come on, play catch -catch,
A match between body and soul,
That's all